Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.